No constancy in man

Be gone, be gone thou perjur'd man
And never more return
For know that thy Inconstancy
Hath chang'd my Love to Scorn:
Thou hast awak'd me
And I can see cleerly ther's no Truth in Man

My Love to thee was chast and pure
As is the Morning dew
And 'twas alone like to endure
Hadst thou not prov'd untrue;
But I'm awak'd, and now I can
See cleerly ther's no Truth in Man

Thou mayst perhaps prevaile upon
Some other to believe thee
And since thou canst love more then one
Ne'r think that it shall grieve me;
For th' hast awak'd me, and I can
Sec cleerly ther's no Truth in Man

By thy Apostasie I find
That Love is plac'd amiss
And can't continue in the mind
Where Vertue wanting is:
I'm now resolv'd, and know there can
No constant Thought remain in Man